Thursday, December 11, 2008

Darkness absorbed her black tressesinept to mask the deep seas that looked intently at me. This impenetrable night was deeper than the black oceans in my gardenThe squall had drowned and the tide ebbed,the taste of the salty drops still lingered.

The oceans desiccated to the last tear, left no evidence of presencein the excuse of the cloaked nightthe immensity of vast spacesweighed me down,as embodied lust disguised as loverubbed salt on future wounds;a gentle wind mimicked the muffled sighs,the whining moment’sElusive entwinements.